y copies of the _People's
Banner_, and were delighted to find that Mr. Kennedy's letter did not
appear in it. Mr. Low had made his calculation rightly. The editor,
considering that he would gain more by having the young member of
Parliament and the Standish family, as it were, in his hands than by
the publication of a certain libellous letter, had resolved to put
the document back for at least twenty-four hours, even though the
young member neither came nor wrote as he had promised. The letter
did not appear, and before ten o'clock Phineas Finn had made his
affidavit in a dingy little room behind the Vice-Chancellor's Court.
The injunction was at once issued, and was of such potency that
should any editor dare to publish any paper therein prohibited, that
editor and that editor's newspaper would assuredly be crumpled up in
a manner very disagreeable, if not altogether destructive. Editors
of newspapers are self-willed, arrogant, and stiff-necked, a race
of men who believe much in themselves and little in anything else,
with no feelings of reverence or respect for matters which are
august enough to other men;--but an injunction from a Court of
Chancery is a power which even an editor respects. At about noon
Vice-Chancellor Pickering's injunction was served at the office of
the _People's Banner_ in Quartpot Alley, Fleet Street. It was done
in duplicate,--or perhaps in triplicate,--so that there should be no
evasion; and all manner of crumpling was threatened in the event of
any touch of disobedience. All this happened on Monday, March the
first, while the poor dying Duke was waiting impatiently for the
arrival of his friend at Matching. Phineas was busy all the morning
till it was time that he should go down to the House. For as soon as
he could leave Mr. Low's chambers in Lincoln's Inn he had gone to
Judd Street, to inquire as to the condition of the man who had tried
to murder him. He there saw Mr. Kennedy's cousin, and received an
assurance from that gentleman that Robert Kennedy should be taken
down at once to Loughlinter. Up to that moment not a word had been
said to the police as to what had been done. No more notice had been
taken of the attempt to murder than might have been necessary had Mr.
Kennedy thrown a clothes-brush at his visitor's head. There was the
little hole in the post of the door with the bullet in it, just six
feet above the ground; and there was the pistol, with five chambers
still loaded, which M